Mo Han walked alone in the bustling street. Among the crowd, you laughed and played, it was so lively. In the window of the roadside street, a purple hyacinth bloomed quietly, and her thoughts unconsciously took her back to many years ago. He was the school boy and attracted the love of many girls in the school. However, he was extremely aloof and rejected them all. But he only felt guilty towards her. He had been observing her secretly. Most of the time, the conflicts between them did not decrease but increased, until... Under the peach blossom tree that year, he bit his lip, his naturally drooping hands tightly pressed the seam of his trousers, and said suddenly "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" twice.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking